Fragile little thing, so broken and scarred,
No one ever told her life would be so hard.
Faking smiles, and crying herself to sleep,
No one wants to know about the demons she keeps.
Fragile little thing, she's so scared on her own,
Surrounded by people, but couldn't feel more alone.
She wants to tell someone, but her walls are built high,
So she waits, and she wishes, for her demons to die.
Fragile little thing, so tired and lost,
Striving to be beautiful, but at what cost.
She bargained her life, and starved for perfection,
Just to be content when she see's her reflection.
Fragile little thing, running out of ideas,
Growing tired of fighting her war all these years.
She's got cuts on her wrists and cuts on her thighs,
But they're nothing compared to the damage inside.
Fragile little thing, she want's to be dead,
Her demons are screaming and it's hurting her head.
She's completely exhausted and can no longer cope,
She's lost all her fight, and all of her hope.
Fragile little thing lying cold on the floor,
With a slit on each wrist, wounds from her war.
Her head got too loud, and she gave up the fight,
This fragile little thing lying dead in the night.
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